Nightmares Take Us All

Marcel blinked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise and concern. He could feel the tension in her trembling hands, the sheer panic and shame in her gaze. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite the wild turn of events.

Eithne, hey, uh, he said softly, his voice steady. Look at me. You’re safe, okay? We’re both safe. He’d been having a rather peaceful dream himself, so the stark contrast of how he was woken up, had his head spinning.

He reached up, gently placing his hands over hers, carefully prying them away from his neck without any sudden movements. His touch was warm and reassuring, trying to ground her back to the present.

I’m not scared, Nope, totally not scared, or terrified, considering the woman on top of him could probably find a way to kill him with her little pinky, he continued, keeping his tone gentle but firm. I know you’re dealing with a lot, and I’m here to help you through it. We can talk about what happened in your dream, if you want, or we can just sit here until you feel better.

He gave her a small, reassuring smile, trying to bring some lightness to the situation. And as for your second question… I er uh, let’s just focus on getting you calm and comfortable right now. We’ll figure out the rest later. The whole thing had him flustered, suddenly realising he had a bit of a morning wood. He coughed and situated himself so that he was awkwardly angling his hips away from hers.

Marcel pulled her into a gentle embrace, hoping to offer her the comfort and safety she needed. You’re not alone, Eithne. I’m here with you, no matter what.

@Eithne